he was drunk, but alcohol just makes him more honest. he's not wrong either.
ive lost all my good traits, i cant even draw or paint anymore, i dont have any empathy anymore. not towards people. nor animals. i feel like death is actually a blessing for most so pretending otherwise was pointless. like in shelters, when they put them down instead of making them wait years in a tiny cramped space
my family keeps trying to make my life hell. its insane how disloyal and toxic your own blood can actually be.
im tired, of every aspect of my life. i feel like i resent my boyfriend and our dog more and more each day for being a constant source of stress and pain.
i dont even feel sad anymore. its like the more something hurts me the, less i feel.
i dont even expect advice at this point because wtf can you do in this situation?